Friday, February 15, 2013

Musical astral projection

I've had these lyrics tumbling around in my head for the past couple of days. For the normal person this is not at all unusual. But as we all know (and the husband is fond of reminding me) I'm far from normal. And the fact that these lyrics can even find room to exist in the anarchist playground that is my mind is quite a feat.

I don't know how anyone else deals with this besides humming and singing the tune currently playing in your head but I have to find the song in question and listen to it. Repeatedly. Until it's either out of my head or my musical A.D.D. has kicked in and I'm bored with the song at hand.

This one caught me off guard. It's certainly not in keeping with what I've been listening to lately. Some might be surprised, heck even I was, for a moment. But then again, I've grown musically over the years and listen to a lot of different types of music. Others I merely tolerate especially if I'm stuck somewhere that I can't control the station, but that's neither here nor there.

So tonight I found that song and listened to it. And it immediately brought me back to a special time and place. Funny how that happens. Almost like musical astral projection. Or melodic deja vu. 

I think psychologists call it some form of association in which you identify a specific song with a specific person/place/time. Makes it sound so clinical and colder than it is. But don't quote me because I'm not a doctor. I don't play one on TV and I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, either.

Please tell me this happens to other people, too. I'd hate to think I have yet another thing to add to my List-of-reasons-I should-be-confined-to-a-padded-room.

In the meantime I'm off to listen to this song. Again. For the 10th time. 


  1. I wake up every morning with a different random song in my head. For a while I wondered where they were coming from, but then someone at work gave me a possible answer that makes sense. I suspect that one of my neighbours has a radio alarm clock, and it's just loud enough for my subconscious to hear it and leave me humming "I'm All Out Of Love" for the rest of the day.

    1. I think that might qualify as grounds for breaking into the neighbor's home and smashing the radio/alarm clock. With a large hammer or some dynamite.